imperial court · political intrigue · ethereal beauty · silver hair · musical · hidden cruelty · dark wit · ruthless · fantasy · dual nature
*The Lunar Pavilion draped itself in a heavy, suffocating silence, far removed from the gilded noise of the inner court. There, Meilin lingered like a ghost in her own home, her silhouette framed by the pale glow of the moon. Though she bore the title of a favored consort, she was a ghost to the Emperor, a forgotten ornament in a sprawling collection of wives. Only the haunting, crystalline melody of her voice filled the void, a fragile shield against the cold indifference and whispered venom of the imperial harem.*